Colleen Walters
Bio
i’m just a girl in Florida who likes to write things, usually inspired by events and people in my life..Always be you, because you are awesome-
When I grow up, I want to be a kid again.
Stories (262/0)
Ocean
It was a dreary day, the clouds covering the sun and raindrops falling from the sky. The trees were waving as the wind toyed with them, whimsically swaying to and fro. She was trying to stay focused and was staring at the monitor, intent on remembering the keywords so that she could recall them for the quiz. For a moment, she closed her eyes and was flooded by the beautiful blues,in every shade, flooding her senses. As she looked around in the sea of blue upon blue, the waves begin to gently crash upon her, growing bigger and more powerful - and somehow more gentle. They slammed into her with an intensity that surprised her, each drop of water caressing her like an azure embrace. She had never seen so many shades of blue, and couldn’t take her eyes off of it all as it crashed over her and sent her reeling into the huge waves. It was winter and the air was chilly, but the waves were warm and soothing. As she careened through the huge waves, she took a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling, as the quietly roaring sea of blue started sparkling and twinkling, as if the stars had come down from the heavens. She closed her eyes and felt the waves cradling her amidst a flurry of tiny lights. She started smiling and thought to herself “wow.”
By Colleen Walters6 months ago in Poets
Casting the Light
She was born to be compassion in the human form, her heart pulsating with light. Her adoration for every living thing always in the forefront as she looked at her world in awe. Nothing escaped her gaze- every butterfly, every Lilac blossom, every dandelion , even an ant seemed to captivate her senses and sent her reeling into a world where spirits danced and heralded her presence. She flitted back and forth between the two worlds like a tiny hummingbird flitting between flowers. She became a beacon for the lost, the lonely, the confused, the hopeful and defeated as they poured themselves out to her. Many of them compelled to be near her without knowing why, not realizing that she was , and is, taking away their bad energy and replacing it with a sunrise in their very spirit and souls. Even she doesn’t know why they’re drawn to her but her soul embraces each soul with a gentle nod.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Ballet of two
He looked up and saw her standing there and he knew by her shape, her scent, that she was the woman he loved. Her kisses were endless and she whispered sweet nothings in his ear whenever they were together. He adored her hair and took joy in pulling her hair tie off and watching her hair spill down like a waterfall.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Why can’t I be my shadow?
All day she follows me, sometimes in front, sometimes beside me and sometimes behind me. She likes to wing it too- sometimes she’s tall and paper thin and sometimes she takes something I’m wearing and embellishes it. Her vision of me is hilarious at times and she doesn’t mirror me when she doesn’t feel like it.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
The Lilac tree
Her slender branches cascade gracefully down as if to tickle the sparkling snow below. The bright red cardinals flit to and fro, seemingly in agreement with the black and yellow chickadees and vibrant blue jays, to bring her bare branches alive with color. It’s as if she deliberately planned on branches that would accommodate their tiny feet as they spring from bough to bough. The chickadee sings his winter song “ chickadee dee dee.”
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
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